I got the three things I wanted. I did my job, I worked hard in the process, and I cherish the memories, and they're mine.

If you're trying to hide something, you wouldn't keep getting away with it for 10 years. Nobody is that clever.

Cancer taught me a plan for more purposeful living, and that in turn taught me how to train and to win more purposefully. It taught me that pain has a reason, and that sometimes the experience of losing things-whether health or a car or an old sense of self-has its own value in the scheme of life. Pain and loss are great enhancers.

We sped on, across the plains, toward Metz. I hung back, saving myself. It is called the Race of Truth. The early stages separate the strong riders from the weak. Now the weak would be eliminated altogether.

The unwillingness to accept anything short of victory, that underlying fury, is the fundamental building block of my bottomless motivation to succeed. It is my credo in all that I do in life from battling cancer to bicycle racing.

Cycling is a sport of the open road and spectators are lining that road.

How do you fight an invisible opponent like suspicion?